till human voices wake us

Rafferty picked up her scent at the pub outside Carlisle.  Tall, blonde, still in her prime but only just.  Her scent washed over him when she took the seat next to him at the bar, and his mouth began to water.  She was sightseeing, apparenlty, judging by the road map and the little red line that took her along Hadrian's Wall all the way to Newcastle.  Right through the heart of their territory.

( It was then that the idea began to form in his head. )

[excerpt from Pack, a work in progress, casting images here]